268 David's Lament

p.268

Tune: William Billings, 1778

Text: Bible

David the king was grieved and moved
He went to his chamber, and wept;
And as he went he wept, and said,
“O my son! Would to God I had died
For thee, O Absalom, my son.”

209 The day is past and gone

p.209

Tune: Stephen Jenks, 1805

Text: John Leland, 1792

The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh may we all remember well,
The night of death is near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest:
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.

40 Blow ye the trumpet

p. 40

Tune: Lenox, Lewis Edson, 1782

Text: Charles Wesley, 1750

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption through his blood
Throughout the world proclaim.

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav’nly grace;
And saved from earth appear
Before your Savior’s face.

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

456 Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord

p.456

Tune: Sacred Mount, AM Cagle, 1935

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1755

Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Redeemer sing.
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King,
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

March on in your Redeemer’s strength,
Pursue His footsteps still.
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King,
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

293 When I can read my title clear

p. 293

Tune: Akers, TJ Denson, 1935

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707 (last verse usually last of Amazing Grace though not original to Newton, frst published 1790)

1 When I can read my title clear
to mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
and wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
and fiery darts be hurled,
then I can smile at Satan's rage,
and face a frowning world.

2 There I shall bathe my weary soul
in seas of heavenly rest,
and not a wave of trouble roll
across my peaceful breast.

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

than when we first begun.

292 Behold the Saviour

p. 292

Tune: Behold the Savior, Paine Denson 1935

Text: Samuel Wesley Sr, 1700

Behold the Savior of mankind
nailed to the shameful tree;
how vast the love that him inclined
to bleed and die for thee!

Hark how he groans! while nature shakes,
and earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil in sunder reads,
the solid marbles rend.

'This done! the precious ransom's paid!
"Receive my soul!" he cries;
see where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies!

But soon he'll break death's envious chain
and in full glory shine.
O Lamb of God, was ever pain,
was ever love like thine?

291 The Lord descended from above

p. 291

Tune: Majesty, William Billings 1778

Text: Thomas Sternhold, 1549 (incomplete here)

1 The Lord descended from above,
And bow'd the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast,
The darkness of the sky.

2 On cherubs and on cherubims,
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds,
Came flying all abroad.